Trevor stood at the head of the table, his crimson eyes scanning the group. "Alaric's retreat confirms one thing: he's buying time. For what, we're not entirely sure yet. But the attacks are too deliberate for him to act alone."
"It's Baxter," Liam said, his golden eyes sharp. "It has to be. This has his fingerprints all over it."
"We've seen signs of him," Elena added, pointing to a marked location on the map near the southern forest. "Drained bodies, strange magic. It's his style."
Trevor nodded. "If Baxter's involved, that means this isn't just about Alaric anymore. It's about Behemoth."
Ragnar leaned against the wall, his massive arms crossed. "And that means Liam is the target."
A heavy silence fell over the room.
"Let them come," Liam growled, his claws extending slightly. "If Baxter wants my blood, he can try to take it."
